There are a few seconds where Morgana is standing on the floor, and then convinced she's in water, and then not again, so she needs a few moments to orient herself. None of this is real. As long as she keeps telling herself that, it she stands, firmly on the floor, the furniture all back in place, and even the lamp flickering.
But it's the Doctor that has her attention now, as he's on the floor, behind the chair, an unearthly gurgle and gasp being the only sounds she's hearing. "Doctor?" She puts one one hand on his side, and the other on his cheek -- the same place she put it earlier, when she left the red mark, which is no longer there. She shakes him a little.
"Doctor, you have to listen to me, none of this is real. Please, listen to me." She pleads with him.
She looks to his shoulder, and it is still bleeding. As much as she tries to tell herself, that is still very real.
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Date: 2010-06-23 07:44 am (UTC)But it's the Doctor that has her attention now, as he's on the floor, behind the chair, an unearthly gurgle and gasp being the only sounds she's hearing. "Doctor?" She puts one one hand on his side, and the other on his cheek -- the same place she put it earlier, when she left the red mark, which is no longer there. She shakes him a little.
"Doctor, you have to listen to me, none of this is real. Please, listen to me." She pleads with him.
She looks to his shoulder, and it is still bleeding. As much as she tries to tell herself, that is still very real.